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AN ADDRESS 

TO THE PEOPLE OF THE 

UNITED STATES, 



BY 



LUCY KENNEY. 



ADDRESS. 



One fire more, and the day is ours. Rome once boasted 
of her Curtius, Athens of Achilles, and Sparta her band of 
patriots; but the man who is to bring back our institutions 
to their native purity and excellence, Gen. Wm. Henry 
Harrison, of Ohio, I will not say he shall wear an earthly 
crown, but eternal fame shall wreathe an evergreen around 
his brow, and his name shall be ranked among the proudest 
patriots of the proudest climes. Let the present party lead- 
ers remember that in November next we will shout the har- 
vest home; until then, the tares may grow with the wheat; 
then the reapers will cast in sickle, and the granary will be 
cleansed. Such a winnowing and sifting in separating the 
chaff from the wheat, has never been seen before, while 
the unbroken chorus will swell in anthems that will rever- 
berate from Maine to Georgia, 

Spread the glad tidings .o'er land and o'er sea, 
Harrison is President, and the people are fre£^ 

The tide is setting against the Administration, and it now 
tries to divert it by an alarm of war. That alarm will be 
ruinous tt> Van. He cannot conduct the government so as 
to promote the interest of the people in time of peace, and 
what confidence could we have in him in time of war. He 
don't know a sword from a hand-saw. He is general-in- 
chief, and in three years he cannot whip 500 Indians in 
Florida. The truth is, the people have been so harrassed 
with debt, embarrasment and confusion of all business, that 
they want a change of men and a change of measures — 
they now go for a change because a change can do no harm 
and may do much good — they now go for a change, as 
things have got to that pass, that they the people know that 
any change will be, must be, for the better. They have 
put the Harrison ball in motion, and it will knock down 
their wooden ninepin colonels at Washington. Harrison's 
march is onward, and his success cannot be arrested. He 
is one of the people — identified in feeling wiih them, and 
they with him, he is their friend, because he loves them, 
and they him; because he has fought with them the battles 
of his country — they know that his heart, his hand, his 
purse and his house have always been open to them — and 



on the fourth of March, eighteen hundred and forty-one, 
they will in return open with grateful hearts their white 
house at Washington, and invite him to take possession of 
it, and will give the little Mischief Maker his passport to 
Kinderhook. The people want the Government brought 
back to the good days of James Monroe, when peace, 
plenty and prosperity were felt in every portion of the 
Union. The abuse of Harrison, because he is a poor man, 
will do him no injury. 

The knapsack pillowed Harry's head, 

The hard ground eased his toils; 
While Martin on his downy bed, 

Could dream of naught but spoils. 
And shall the blue lights rule the free? 

Shall Freedom's star decline? . 
Forbid it, Heaven, forbid it, ye 

Who led in old Lang Syne. 

Is Harrison one whit the worse, 

Because he'd not secure, 
As Martin did, a long full purse, 

But went from office poor? 
And does the low log cabin hearth 

Unfit old Tip to shine? 
Did no log homes give nobles birth 

In days of old Lang Syne? 

What though the Heroe's hard huge paws 

Were wont to plough and sow, 
Does that disgrace our sacred cause? 

Does that disgrace him? No. 
Whig farmers are our Nation's nerv^e. 

Its very spine, 
They'll never swerve, they did not swerve 

In days of old Lang Syne. 

No ruffled shirt, no silken hose. 

No airs does Tip display; 
But like the pith of worth, he goes 

In homespun hodden grey. 
Upon his board there ne'er appeared 

The costly, sparkling wine; 
But plain hard cider, such a cheer 

In days of old Lang Syne. 

Connecticut has raised her heel. 

Tip's tory foes to bruise. 
And keenly do thsir vitals feel 

The tread of Jersey blues, 
November next will give the blow, 

Hard, final, and condign; 
A blow like that which snapped the yoke 

In days of old Lang Syne. 



Yes, Tip must grace the big white house,. 

Alas, for groom and cook; 
And Van on cabbage stalks must browse, 

At home, sweet Kinderhook. 
Thrice hail, old Tip, log cabin Tip, 

Hard cider Tip, to you 
The helm we give, hail noble ship 

The land, the port's in view. 

He was an unlucky politician who undertook to injure 
General Harrison in the public opinion, by saying that he 
was a poor old man, who lived in a log cabin, and had 
nothing better to drink than hard cider — mark the contrast:, 
a description of Van's regal pomp and splendor — his equi- 
page is the most magnigcent that dashes through the ave- 
nue of the Metropolis of the Union; his table is such, no 
poor man dare approach it — decked out in all the ornaments 
that the richest jewelry can produce: the centre is gar-^ 
nished with a pyramid of fantastic finery, and a complete 
service of silver plate has recently been added to the fur- 
niture ot the white house, to dazzle the visiters. This ser- 
vice comprises knives, forks and spoons, gold dishes and 
urns of gold. Who can wonder that the court sycophants 
with Timon^s silver on their lips, should sneer at log ca- 
bins and hard cider. The delegates from Crawford county 
presented to the Columbus Convention a large American 
Eagle, with a request that it should be presented to Gene- 
ral Harrison, at the same time expressing a wish that it 
should become an inmate of his log cabin and a pensioner 
upon his bounty, it being the same Bird of Liberty that was 
s*^en waving its wings in triumph over the flag that bore its 
image at the memorable seige of Fort~ Meigs; for it is well 
known that in the hottest of that engagement, and amid the 
loudest roar of cannon, an Eagle was descried flapping its 
wings over the Americans, which they looked upon as a 
glorious omen ©f coming victory. This Eagle was caught 
in the immediate vicinity of the battle ground above 
referred to. 

The Eagle was carried by Capt. Story, whose courage at 
the Battle of Tippecanoe the General highly exalted. Ma- 
jor C. D. Clarkson, who fought at Fort Meigs, presented it, 
with a most interesting and appropriate address, to General 
Harrison, to which the General made an immediate, off' 
handed, beautiful and eloquent reply; the General re- 
marked that he thanked his friends of Crawford county for 
the present they were so obliging as to send him; their re- 
quest should be attended to; he would keep the Eagle un- 
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til he could see the country restored to its liberty, either by 
this or any other Administration, until men could go to the 
polls and exercise the Elective franchise without fear or 
compulsion; by office holders or others, until the people of 
this country could be free and independent, and the Legis- 
lation of the country should be left to be done by the 
legislators and not the Executive; then, and not till then, 
would he give the bird its freedom, that it might wing its 
way to its native air, and perch itself upon the tree of 
Liberty, and be indeed the true ensign of our country'* 
standard. 

And where Van Buren, where and when^ 

Did he lead on the brave, 
Or raise his voice or wield his sword, 

Or open his purse to save; 
While Harrison gave fight he styled the war 

Disastrous and maUing, 
And richly earned a coat of tar. 
As tories did Lang Syne. 

Let those who love sub-treasury charms, 

Hard work and little pay. 
Closed working-shops and mortgaged farms, 

Extol King Martin's sway; 
But we have gallantly affirmed 

We will not rest supine, 
The names of those who made us free, 

In days of old Lang Syne. 

The blessings of thousands of women and children, res- 
cued from the scalping knife of the ruthless savage of the 
wilderness, and from the still more savage Proctor, rests 
upon Harrison and his gallant army. 

Colonel Richard M. Johnson gives his opinion of Gene- 
ral Harrison in the following remarks: General Harrison 
is the son of one of the signers of the Declaration of Inde- 
pendence, who spent the greater part of his fortune in re- 
deeming the pledge he gave of his fortune, life, and sacred 
honor, to secure the Liberty of his country. Of the career 
of General Harrison I need not speak. The history of the 
West is his history. For forty years he has been identified 
with its interests, its perils and its hopes. Universally be- 
loved in the walks of peace, and distinguished by his abili- 
ty in the councils of his country, he has been yet more il- 
lustriously distinguished in the field. During the late war 
he was longer in active service than any other general offi- 
cer — he was perhaps oftener in action than any of them, 
and never sustained a defeat. The victory of the Thames 
was not more honorable in its character than important ia 



its consequences — it terminated the war on the north-west- 
ern frontier, which during fifteen months had been drench- 
ed in and stained with crimes, thousands of the most patri- 
otic sons of the West having fallen victims to its ravages 
and disasters. The savage war yell was heard no more, 
and the frightful tomahawk no longer reeked with the blood 
of innocence, infancy and age. 

His country assailed in the darkest of days, 

To her rescue impatient he flew; 
The war-whoop's fell blast, and the rifle's red blaze, 

But awakened old Tippecanoe. 

Yet wise in the council as brave in the field. 

His country still asked for his aid; 
And the birth of young empires his wisdom revealed. 

The sage and the statesman displayed. 

His country recalls the bold chieftain she loves, 

The sword of old Tip she reclaims, 
And victory heralds wherever he moves, 

The path of the Hero of Thames. 

The policy of the party now in power — a power which 
they have found shaken to its very centre — developes itself 
with such facillity that it does not require any penetration 
to discover the apprehensions which there assailed Kendall, 
whose superior sagacity has always preceded the rest, and 
one with the other partisan were willing to stake all their 
future hopes of aggrandisement is the first to back out As 
the sagacious old fox well knows he will have to back out, 
I would recomtnend the rest of the spoils party to emulate 
so wise and titnely a hint — as they considered him their 
polar star and oracle, to follow him in evil as well as good. 
They have humbugged the people so long, they seem to 
think they can still practice the same impositions on them. 
Kendall, I thought, would have been the last that would 
have been driven from his post; but he has wisely taken 
warning from the hand writing on the wall, which all of the 
party ought to do — thou art weighed in the balance and 
found wanting; oh, that the}' wert wise, that they would 
understand the signs of the times and make as hasty a le- 
treat from office as he has pretended. Mark the policy of 
him — he says he has resigned, but is willing to hold the 
office until there is another appointment made. It is well 
understood there will be no other appointment made till 
after the election, waiting to know how it will preponder- 
ate; and if the party is out, which I think is certain, Ken- 
dall then resigns, and not till then. As much as I am op- 



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posed to the party in power, with the exception of the Vice 
President and the Secretary of War, I would not have for- 
saken them, nor have wielded a pen against them, had they 
not have been so ungrateful to the honest and conspicuous 
patriotism of Colonel Richard M. Johnson, a man so far su- 
perior to the present Executive in all things except policy, 
for which he has been celebrated for on'e which Gen.Jackson 
once said should be our next President, a man of profound 
judgment, a patriot and statesman, and one by far too hon- 
est to be classed with the party, with the exception of Mr. 
Poinsett, honest by too much for the party whose sanc- 
tions sometimes wound their feelings when contrasting it 
with them, and for which tliey have been manoeuvring for 
a long time to get clear of, for the next Vice Presidency, 
by bringing in the Secretary of State or Polk in his place. 
But they will find neither will be elected. If Mr. Van Bu- 
ren is elected, what objection can they have to Colonel 
Richard M. Johnson, that they wish to displace him for ei- 
ther of the above-mentioned candidates, except they well 
know the Colonel is too honest, and won't wink at their du- 
plicity — they can have no other objection. Colonel John- 
son ought to have preceded Mr. Van Buren. If he had 
not supplanted him in the favor of General Jackson, which 
was the only recommendation he had to Ihe favor of the 
people, not being satisfied with sharing the first favor of the 
General, and being willing to execute all the influence he 
had acquired for him, and being willing the Colonel should 
share with him the chance for the next Presidency. By 
resigning in favor of him, he wishes to bring in his favorite, 
the Secretary of State, with the vain hope that he will suc- 
ceed him for the next share of public favor; but such ex- 
pectations are fruitless and vain. I would recommend them 
to make a virtue of necessity, and come out with as much 
pretended resignation as Amos Kendall has, but with more 
sincerity. * * # * * 

The strongest of all government is that which is most free. 

But take a retrospective view of our country, in eighteen 
hundred and thirty-seven, you know that wise and good 
men mourned, firm men faltered, at their country's dis- 
grace. But I think it is high time for honest, wise, and 
candid men, to gather all their strength, and Hercules-like, 
put their shoulders to the wheels of the government, and 
ouse the Cossacks from the field, then we would have high 
wages for the mechanic, good markets for all the produc- 
tions of the earth, plenty would once more crown our bor- 



dcT, contentment would hover around our fireside, we would 
once more be under our fig tree, and no man in office to 
make us afraid to complain, however so great our grievance 
might be; all our complicated differences with European 
nations happily adjusted; treasury, though not a sub-trea- 
sury, overflowing; perhaps not a speck of war to soil the pu- 
rity of our political horizon, we would soon arrive to the 
moral grandeur reached by ancient Rome, when it was a 
sufficient passport to favor, a sufficient evidence from corpo- 
real punishment, to say, " I am a Roman citizen"— our 
commercial marine would navigate every sea, our canvass 
flutter to every breeze, and the star spanoled banner salu- 
ted wherever it waves its stripes: for praising and applaud- 
ing, where I think praise is due, General Harrison, a man 
of a lion's heart and firm nerve, under whose happy auspi- 
ces all those blessings will come on us, if we are so wise 
and fortunate as to get him. 

Should the friends of General Harrison and Mr. Clay be 
so fortunate in getting clear of the present incumbrance, as 
r;. ^^^. '" ^^"^'^e^'ed the greatest statesman since the days 
ot Patrick Henry, the first man whose undaunted and un- 
! subdued soul dared in those dark days which tried the souls 
ot men to their heart's core, to pronounce in the midst of an 
i assembly of patriots, with billing hearts, but weak hands 
1 and feeble knees, and scanty means, to accomplish so de- 
sired an end, which we have so long enjoyed, that Ameri- 
ca xyas no longer a British colony, but a i^ree and indepen- 
! dent country, which was echoed back with ready voices 
but trembling hearts. Mr. Clay is the only one now livinc^ 
that can be brought in competition with Patrick Henry— the 
administration taunts us with being man worshippers but 
we will treat such imputations as they deserve, with scorn 
and contempt; we will not be harnassed to General Harri- 
son s car, nor will we wear the livery of any man, but we 
will be iree, independent freemen, ours is the sky, and 
what birds we chose we will let our falcons fly. General 
Harrison will live respected and honored in the history of 
his country; he will live in story and song: he will live in 
marble and brass, and in the hearts of his countrymen— let 
every true democrat and whig, not your self-interested de- 
mocrats of thirty-seven, but whigs of seventy-six and nine- 
ty-eight rai.e monuments of marble and monuments of 
.rass to his memory, that they may fire the emulation of 
posterity to obtam such honors for themselves, for their 
patriotic and heroic deeds, and they may not accuse them 
jf ingratitude, but point to their memorials, and say 



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Such honors Illion to her heroes paid, 

And peaceful sleep the mighty Hector's shade. 

Being in Philadelphia, at the North American Hotel, in 
Chesnut street, now called the Union, kept by Mr. Jones, 
on the morning of the last election for Van Buren and 
Harrison, I observed from the parlor window, opposite the 
arcade, from which hung the full lengtL portrait of General 
Harrison, whose venerable and commanding figure was 
truly imposing. At the distance of one square hung Gen- 
eral Jackson, the hero of New Orleans — underneath hung 
little Van, who at that time had no influence with the peo- 
ple but what he derived from being sheltered beneath the 
shadow of General Jackson's wing, and under which he 
has been fostered too long already — it is high time for the 
people to awake from the lethargy which has infatuated 
them, it is high time to divest themselves of their self love 
of power. I would not pay them so poor a compliment, as 
to say they are not capable of discerning the vast dffference 
in the abilities of Van Buren and General Harrison, and 
the glorious change which will be the result of a change of 
administration, I leave it for them to experience; but the 
case is simply this, the administration party have held the 
reins so long that it has almost amounted to a hereditary 
government; and they well know, that if they once let the 
reins slip out of their hands, much would be the glory which 
■would result from it, and though they would be infinitely 
the gainer, they prefer being scourged by the party in 
power, hoping for a change against hope. Our Divine 
Master, the Heavenly Teacher, told the blind Scribes and 
Pharisees that light had come unto the world, but men 
loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were 
evil, that they would not come to the light for fear their 
deeds would be reproved. As it was in spiritual things in 
that day, so it is now in moral and political things — the 
party still cling to the party in power, with the same devo- 
tion which has so long infatuated them — but the time is 
now at hand to dispel their delusion. General Hanison 
having been nominated for the presidency, almost every 
State has pledged to support him. We must wilfully shut 
our eyes, stiffen our necks, and harden our hearts and un- 
derstandings, if we won't allow that he will be elected. 
The western wing will never yield up the claims of Gene- 
ral Harrison; they who have shared with him the toils, the 
dangers, and honors of a successful campaign — with such a 
prize in view, the friends of Mr. Clay willingly concentra- 



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ted their strength when that sacrifice is to operate for the 
good of their country. Few, if any great men, but what 
have been misrepresented; but in the case of General Har- 
rison, not even the ranccur and venom of party spirit have 
dared to assail his private character — it stands as pure as 
the unsulHed snow on the mountain top, having for its mu- 
niment the mountain adamant. Though honesty is a qua- 
lity which is not always found in the hearts of ambitious, 
aspiring men, but grows in all its fragrance in the unambi- 
tious, unpretending hearts of the industrious and sturdy 
yeomanry of the land. But General Harrison is emphati- 
cally the man of the people — he has been nominated by a 
convention, and has been chosen by a large majority, com- 
posed of delegates from the people, and unsurpassed in in- 
telligence, talents, and devotion to the cause of true repub- 
licanism, by a reflecting body, that have assembled, and 
after mature consideration, given their preference to him 
whom the people had already shown in the most unequivo- 
cal manner to be the man of their choice — most heartily 
should the true friends of democratic and republican prin- 
ciples congratulate themselves throughout the country up- 
on this most anxious result. I congratulate them that they 
now have a candidate upon whom they can all unite — one 
who will heal all disunion, and restore to us in every sense 
of the word, an honest and upright man — and above all, 
one who can and will be elected. That he is a favorite in 
every section of the country, can be easily shown — almost 
every State, as far as I have had an opportunity of know- 
ing, has at one time or another declared its attachment to 
his venerated name, even when a preference may have 
been shown to a local candidate. General Harrison is the 
only one who in the present state of affairs can unite every 
party of the Union, and the only one, with the exception 
of Mr. Clay, who could have been nominated with the 
same prospect of success; his public services, his military 
success, and above all, his well known and sterling integri- 
ty, ought to endear him to the great mass of the people 
througout the Union, though he has never been the chosen 
of the politicians and party leaders of the present Adminis- 
tration, but the moment his name was presented to the 
people for their suffrage, he was received by them with an 
enthusiasm unexampled, as well as unexpected, although 
nominated in the first instance more as a compliment than 
with any expectation that he could be elected. VanBuren 
was fostered under the wing of General Jackson, a name to 



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which my heart's warmest affections will always cling with j 
sincere and unfeigned affection; whose name ought always j 
be upheld with the illustrious Washington. Travelling a 
few years ago, in the cars, from Philadelphia to Washing- 
ton, while Congress was in full session, and durins; the full 
tide of General Jackson's popularity, the question was*^put 
to me by a very distinguished general, who I knew well 
was not favorably disposed towards the General, which I 
thought the gjeatest man, General Washington or General 
Jackson? I replied, I thought them equally great in their 
day; for General Washington had been the saviour of his 
country, and General Jackson had been the preserver of it. 
Though I am an opposer of Mr. Van Buren and his mea- 
sures, though he promised to carry out the measures of 
General Jackson, he is as far behind General Jackson in 
political measures as he is in sterling merit; and as I have 
observed that f am opposed to Mr. Van Buren and his of- 
fice holders and office seekers, I am still and ever shall be 
devoted to General. Jackson. His military character and 
his private principles being of a different temperamentfrom 
Mr. Van Buren. The one is high-minded, honorable, and 
chivalric; one which the crown of Great Britain could not 
bribe to be otherwise than the upright patriot, the honest 
man, which is the noblest work of God. The other little 
groveling and intriguingone, ever since he entered the field 
of politics, has availed himself of every political hobby by 
which he could ride himself into power. 

Unfurl the broad banner once more, 

And rally around it in your might, 
The destructives with sadness the hour shall deplore. 

When Harrison and Tyler lead on the fight. 

Let New York take the van, for the empire state 
Has shown that she never will yield to the foe; 

Let the rest act as bravely, as noble and great, 
The power of the tyrant soon shall be laid low. 

Let the watchword be union, of all who desire, 

From the grasp of the spoilers their country to save, 

May they who profess to fight only for hire, 

Be routed where'er the Whig standard shall wave. 

Our cause is a just one, our leaders are true, 

The locos already begin to despair, 
They know that if led by old Tippecanoe, 

The hero, the statesman, we've nothing to fear* 

Then unfurl the broad banner of freedom once more, 
And throw it aloft towards its own native haven, 

Let it float there in pride, 'till the conquest is o'er, 
And the Vandals and Goths from the capital driven. 

LUCY KENNEY. 



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